Love 101.Lesson 6: How to deal with heartbreak.
The next morning, I'm woken up by a dead arm. A dead arm that Letty slept on all night. I look over and she's gone. I sigh and roll over onto my stomach. I can smell her shampoo in my pillow. Laying my other arm over the disturbed side of my bed, where she had been, a sheet of paper crumples under it. I pick up the note and read it silently. It reads: Dom, Thank you for last night. I'm really sorry we didn't get to finish dinner. I was having a bad day, to say the least. It's funny how things can just hit you at the weirdest moment, and bring your whole world down. Thank you for being there, and understanding. It meant more to me than you know. I know we don't really talk much, but I realize that we have more in common than we think. I'd like to talk to you some more, if that's okay. I'll come over around midnight, after Mia's gone to bed. Thanks again.
Letty
I fold the note and place it on my nightstand. Laying back on my bed I smile ear to ear. Why on earth would she want to come and talk to me more if she didn't like me at all? More than that, I can't wait to hear what she was so torn up about. The rest of the day is not important. Nothing remotely interesting happens, other than Jesse almost breaking his arm playing basketball with us. Of course Vince begs me to tell him the details of dinner, but I stay close lipped. All I tell him is that it was good, and that we talked a lot. I feel like it would be betraying her and her trust to tell him what really happen. She means so much to me, and doesn't even know it. I'm not even nervous about her coming over, I'm just anxious. I count the seconds until I can be near her again. I want so badly to just tell her how I feel, but I.can't, I don't know how. I feel like if I do, and she freaks out, she'll never want to have anything to do with me again, and that.that would bury me. I successfully dodge Mia's inquiries all day. If Letty has a reason not to want Mia to know, it has to be good. Dinner is silent and she sulks not being able to get in touch with Letty. She finally finishes some homework and goes off to bed at nine. I wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, and the living room. Time seems to have actually slowed itself. It's only 10:25, and I'm plum out of stuff to do. I've been trying to keep myself busy all day, and I've actually run out of tasks. Laying down on the couch, I flip the TV on, and channel surf. After a few minutes, I can feel myself slipping into sleep.
I'm lying on a bed. There's a French door that opens to a balcony, and it's open. I'm near the beach, cause I can taste the salt in the air as a steady breeze runs over me. I'm aware of every inch of naked flesh on my body as the breeze bites at my skin. Why am I naked.why? I roll over and see her through the silk canopy surrounding me. A thin linen dress stretching across her chest, not touching her shoulders, drapes over her hips and falls past her feet. Her movements are slow, mimicking the breeze. Her hair is like one thick strand wrapped around the back of her neck to rest over one shoulder. The dress becomes one with her body, moving fluidly, and molding to her curves. The sleeves hide her hands as she pulls back the cloth between us. I open my mouth to speak to my siren, but her hands move across my lips as she sits beside me. Without words she speaks to me. She tells my mind not to worry, she tells me that she loves me, and that we will be together soon. I stare at her eyes and they give me comfort, reassurance of the thoughts she sent me. She leans over and lowers her head to me slowly. I close my eyes and wait for her lips. They're not there, so I open my eyes to an empty room. Not only is it empty, it's cold now. Her warmth, her loving warmth is gone and I'm alone.again.
The next morning, I'm woken up by a dead arm. A dead arm that Letty slept on all night. I look over and she's gone. I sigh and roll over onto my stomach. I can smell her shampoo in my pillow. Laying my other arm over the disturbed side of my bed, where she had been, a sheet of paper crumples under it. I pick up the note and read it silently. It reads: Dom, Thank you for last night. I'm really sorry we didn't get to finish dinner. I was having a bad day, to say the least. It's funny how things can just hit you at the weirdest moment, and bring your whole world down. Thank you for being there, and understanding. It meant more to me than you know. I know we don't really talk much, but I realize that we have more in common than we think. I'd like to talk to you some more, if that's okay. I'll come over around midnight, after Mia's gone to bed. Thanks again.
Letty
I fold the note and place it on my nightstand. Laying back on my bed I smile ear to ear. Why on earth would she want to come and talk to me more if she didn't like me at all? More than that, I can't wait to hear what she was so torn up about. The rest of the day is not important. Nothing remotely interesting happens, other than Jesse almost breaking his arm playing basketball with us. Of course Vince begs me to tell him the details of dinner, but I stay close lipped. All I tell him is that it was good, and that we talked a lot. I feel like it would be betraying her and her trust to tell him what really happen. She means so much to me, and doesn't even know it. I'm not even nervous about her coming over, I'm just anxious. I count the seconds until I can be near her again. I want so badly to just tell her how I feel, but I.can't, I don't know how. I feel like if I do, and she freaks out, she'll never want to have anything to do with me again, and that.that would bury me. I successfully dodge Mia's inquiries all day. If Letty has a reason not to want Mia to know, it has to be good. Dinner is silent and she sulks not being able to get in touch with Letty. She finally finishes some homework and goes off to bed at nine. I wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, and the living room. Time seems to have actually slowed itself. It's only 10:25, and I'm plum out of stuff to do. I've been trying to keep myself busy all day, and I've actually run out of tasks. Laying down on the couch, I flip the TV on, and channel surf. After a few minutes, I can feel myself slipping into sleep.
I'm lying on a bed. There's a French door that opens to a balcony, and it's open. I'm near the beach, cause I can taste the salt in the air as a steady breeze runs over me. I'm aware of every inch of naked flesh on my body as the breeze bites at my skin. Why am I naked.why? I roll over and see her through the silk canopy surrounding me. A thin linen dress stretching across her chest, not touching her shoulders, drapes over her hips and falls past her feet. Her movements are slow, mimicking the breeze. Her hair is like one thick strand wrapped around the back of her neck to rest over one shoulder. The dress becomes one with her body, moving fluidly, and molding to her curves. The sleeves hide her hands as she pulls back the cloth between us. I open my mouth to speak to my siren, but her hands move across my lips as she sits beside me. Without words she speaks to me. She tells my mind not to worry, she tells me that she loves me, and that we will be together soon. I stare at her eyes and they give me comfort, reassurance of the thoughts she sent me. She leans over and lowers her head to me slowly. I close my eyes and wait for her lips. They're not there, so I open my eyes to an empty room. Not only is it empty, it's cold now. Her warmth, her loving warmth is gone and I'm alone.again.